Chapter 4 chapter 3

The sounds of heels on the tiled floor of St Marina's hospital resounded which drew attention to the person wearing them, smacking her mouth as she chew gum rather loudly, obnoxious to the glare she received from the nurses as well as the families/friends awaiting their loved ones in different rooms either being taken care of or left to rest in the various rooms. She was once like them, the ones in the rooms who needed attention and care but unlike them she had no one to wait for her in the waiting room while recovered, not that she cared though. She continued smacking her lips, even smacking it louder when an old woman with greying hairs threw her a scornful look. She chuckled to herself and sticked out her tongue at the woman with makes the poor old woman's face turn from anger to curiosity. She almost laughed out loud at the old woman's face but was distracted by something else that drifted to her mind. Her donor. She didn't know if it was a person that donated their heart or if it was a decision made by the donor's family, though she doubted it would have been an individual. No one will sacrifice his/her life for someone they don't know right? Or maybe the person was dying. Maybe that's it. Somehow she felt remorseful and stopped chewing the gum for a moment thinking about the fact that someone had actually die before she was saved. But then she shrugged. She stepped outside the hospital building and took a deep breath in. The one week she spent in here took a great toll on her. It wasn't a life she was used to at all she'd have been in a bar by now if that annoying doctor hadn't forced her to stay a week in the 'cell hole' as she put it. "What did I do to deserve these kinds of amazing friends." She said sarcastically to herself. Two of her friends were supposed to come pick at the hospital but didn't come and she guessed that they were already passed out from yesterday night's drinking. There is always a party at loner's club in which they would get wasted and pass out on the floor and then wake up the next morning to a hangover. Most times most of the drunkees puke all over the floor leaving the place in a mess, that was part of their lifestyle. Her lifestyle. A really messed up life you know. She gave up waiting for her useless excuse of friends and signalled to a cab that just pulled up to drop someone off. "Walker's Estate." She said then got in and slammed the door, in the process hitting her head at the top of the short car. "I hate cabs." She said through gritted teeth catching the attention of the driver who threw her a dirty look for insulting his car but she rolled her eyes and ignored him. "Keep it moving." She ordered with a smirk. His sister and aunt had moved with him for one week, now it was time to go. They went to stay with him hoping that the time spent with him will make him not grieve too much over his lost jewel. But they were so wrong, in fact it did the opposite of what they wanted it to do. Their presence only reminded him the reason why they were around. His sister had been the first to go, she went in the morning saying she had to go, her PA had called her and said she was needed in the company, she is an ambassador for a company producing fruit drinks, with how cheap that might sound they actually pay her a lot, at least for a nineteen year old girl who was supposed to be sitting idly and wasting her parent's cash. She is hardworking but that was about the only admirable quality in her. Now his aunt was leaving going, they were all bound to leave one day. They had their life to live and sincerely Toby didn't even notice their present. The only time they saw him was only when Sadie forces him down to eat which he always end up staring at till it gets cold. "Take care of yourself will you?." Aunt Isabelle asked placing a kiss on his cheeks and hugging him close to herself. She always seems to forget that Toby isn't the little boy she that always loved it when she did that but she got away with doing it considering Toby wasn't in the mood for small talks, it'd even be a surprise that he even notices her present. He had a blank look on and his eyes were staring past her like his mind was somewhere else. That was the look he had on ever since he got home. Isabelle sighed. "I hope you'd just forget her." "Forget her?." He asked with a still expressionless face but anger shone brightly in his eyes which made Isabelle wary and took a step back. "Toby, I'm sorry OK? I didn't mean it that way ...I." "How can you tell me to forget her? Would you say that if she was your daughter?." He cut in sharply. His muscles were taunt. His lower lip curled back into his mouth and Isabelle could hear the sound of teeth grinding from where she stood, she unintentionally took a step back and started to rub at her both arms. "I'm really sorry, I didn't mean it that way of course I loved her like a daughter but we can't take back what has happened, we can only live with it." Her voice broke at the end and she started sobbing. Toby felt remorseful and he dipped his head low to hide the way he felt from shouting at his aunt, the one person who was like a mom to him but the feeling vanished quickly and he shook his head to make sure every other useless feeling came out of his head. He didn't want to feel anything. "I'm sorry I shouted at you and it was nice having you around." He said in a cold tone and turned to go when she stopped him. "You know she'd love for you to move on...right?." She asked hoping he'd agree with her. "It doesn't matter what she wants Isa, she didn't ask me what I wanted when she..." He paused and took a deep breath in. "Left me." He completed. His voice was devoid of any emotion, he sounded cold nothing like the boy she watched grow up who was playful and warm towards everyone. A tear dripped down her face as she accepted it. He was turning into a cold monster, one which.. No one can change.